There is an infinite sadness which walks in my shoes. However, walk requires lifting of feet off of the ground. It requires the fleeting defiance of gravity, however momentary. Perhaps, dragging is more like it.
There is an infinite sadness which drags in my shoes.
This morning I was crying because of a love affair gone sordid. That which I will not discuss here anymore. I came home, a little after 5pm to lay my head down and rest. One would think that after all the emotional distress one goes through that refuge is one which is offered the weary.
Laugh harder.
Some thirty minutes after sitting down and lying my head on the sofa, my mom's brother and sister come knocking. Understand that these are the same people who took her from us then and again. These are our estranged relatives who have severed ties from us, and excommunicated us as if they were the Catholic Church. These are the same people who blame us for everything which happened to our mother.
Laugh more.
They came here, after almost seven months of not talking to us, after seven months of avoiding us, after seven months of letting us all to do this on our own, something which requires the patronage and understanding of those who should have known better. We had heated exchange of words, about things which they believed can be done better. Things which if they did, they would do better. We hate to say we told you so. You are wrong.
This morning, I was sad because I thought that the epic sadness of the day is ruled by my heartbreak. It is funny to me how the universe reveals its sick, sad, sordid sense of humor by showing me that, indeed, things will only get worse. I am laughing now because when the universe decides to make a big joke out of your life, and sad condition, it picks the worst times.
Life is a Joke, Laugh harder, Laugh more.
There is an infinite sadness which drags in my shoes.
This morning I was crying because of a love affair gone sordid. That which I will not discuss here anymore. I came home, a little after 5pm to lay my head down and rest. One would think that after all the emotional distress one goes through that refuge is one which is offered the weary.
Laugh harder.
Some thirty minutes after sitting down and lying my head on the sofa, my mom's brother and sister come knocking. Understand that these are the same people who took her from us then and again. These are our estranged relatives who have severed ties from us, and excommunicated us as if they were the Catholic Church. These are the same people who blame us for everything which happened to our mother.
Laugh more.
They came here, after almost seven months of not talking to us, after seven months of avoiding us, after seven months of letting us all to do this on our own, something which requires the patronage and understanding of those who should have known better. We had heated exchange of words, about things which they believed can be done better. Things which if they did, they would do better. We hate to say we told you so. You are wrong.
This morning, I was sad because I thought that the epic sadness of the day is ruled by my heartbreak. It is funny to me how the universe reveals its sick, sad, sordid sense of humor by showing me that, indeed, things will only get worse. I am laughing now because when the universe decides to make a big joke out of your life, and sad condition, it picks the worst times.
Life is a Joke, Laugh harder, Laugh more.
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